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“Vice-president of sales.” She paused. “And soon-to-be CEO.”
“Hmm?” His eyebrows lifted, and he took another sip.
Since she had about a zillion things to do, Olivia sat down behind her desk. “Once all the t’s are crossed, I planned to have the money transferred into the bank account of your choice.” She opened her briefcase and took out her checkbook. “But I’ll be more than happy to write you a check to tide you and your brothers over. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” She had just finished signing the check for ten thousand when a hand covered hers. While most people had a body temperature of ninety-eight point six, it seemed that Deacon’s was well above.
“There’s no need for that, Olivia,” he said.
She studied his long-fingered hand and the dark hair on his muscled forearm. “Then why are you here?”
Before he could answer, there was a tap on the door, and Jason stuck his head in. “Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Harrington”—he glanced at Deacon—“but I need to speak with you right away.”
Thankful to get away from his mind-altering heat, she pulled her hand from Deacon and excused herself. “Pardon me. I’ll be right back.” As soon as she got in the hallway, Jason held out the contracts.
“There seems to be a problem.” He flipped through the pages until he got to the last one. “One of the signatures is missing.”
“What?” She grabbed the contracts from him. “You have to be mistaken. I was there when all three brothers signed—” She stopped and looked back at the closed door, then at the empty line beneath the two other signatures. Her heart tumbled all the way down to her feet. Without saying a word to Jason, she strode back into the office.
Deacon was sitting in her chair. He looked at the contract she held in her hand and smiled. Not the smile he’d given Kelly, but a sinister smile, like a cat that had just cornered a mouse. “Problems?”
Olivia tried not to show her fear, but it wasn’t easy. “It seems that you forgot to sign the contract.”
“Hmm? That is a dilemma.” He picked up the pen she’d been using to write the check. “Of course it’s easily solved.”
She’d been in the business world long enough to know when she was being toyed with. She stepped closer to the desk and placed the contract on the top. “But you aren’t going to sign it, are you?”
He twirled the pen through his fingers a few times before he spoke. “The Beaumonts have done their share of begging, don’t you think? Now it’s your turn, Olivia.”
